Page 87 of Wings of Betrayal

I frown, removing my hand from his arm, and take a step back. “How do you know that?”

“Because a good mate of mine works closely as one of Zalore’s guards, and he heard them discussing things of concern.”

I tilt my head, considering his words. “What was of concern?”

His expression shifts, and I can see the heavy toll this information has had on him in his weary face. Gods above, what is it?

“They’ve opened both the Realm of Lost Souls and the Spirit Realm. Taking angel spirts from the Spirit Realm and dragging them through portals into the Realm of Lost Souls to turn them into lost ones. Then sending them back through portals into the Kingdoms and down to Earth. That’s where the lost ones are coming from. They’re somehow controlling them, using them for something, but he wasn’t sure what.

“He thought he heard them mention one of the weapons of the gods, so that could explain how they’re doing it. They’re planning to kill the King of Zarquon and his son, too. He’s a powerful god, that one, and Zalore and Amaros know it and see him as a threat.”

I gasp, covering my mouth. He’s talking about Kyle and his father.

Grazen pushes off from the bench and moves closer to me. “I take it you know them?”

I nod. “Yeah, I do. Kyle is…my fated mate. At least I think he is anyway.”

There’s a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Jealousy maybe. But it’s gone before I can be sure.

He raises his brows. “Wow. That’s deep.”

He leaves the kitchen and sits down on a leather sofa in the living room.

I stay in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Twirling my hair around my finger, I wait for him to say something else.

He finally glances over his shoulder at me. “Come sit.”

I join him on the sofa but keep a good distance between us. When I finally look at him, I find him watching me.

“Okay, you’re making me nervous,” I tell him.

He chuckles then moves his arm to rest along the back of the sofa. “Sorry. I don’t mean to. The last time I had a female here, it didn’t end well.”

Okay, that doesn’t sound good at all. Did he harm her?

He shakes his hands out. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I did nothing to her. But some other watchers found out she was here, and while I was out one night on patrol, they broke in… When I got back, it was too late. There was nothing I could do. She was already dead.”

I cover my mouth as terrible images come to mind. “Gods above, I’m so sorry.”

He bites his bottom lip and looks away, and I can see the battle raging inside of him as those memories plague his mind. His eyes glisten in the light. Is he crying?

Without further thought, I shuffle across the sofa and wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his chest.

He tenses beneath my touch before returning the hug, but he eventually relaxes. “I’m so sorry you went through something so awful.”

He doesn’t say a word, and when I pull back, he cups my face.

Oh no.

He leans in to kiss me, but I move back so fast I fall right off the sofa onto my back, knocking my head against the coffee table.

Shoot. Real smooth, Zarla.

He leaps forward to help me up. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

I hold my hand out to let him know I’m okay as I get to my feet. “Honestly, it’s fine.”

He rakes his hands down his face and turns away from me. “I read the situation wrong.”

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